There Is No Fool Like A Careless Gambler Who Starts Taking Victory For Granted. – Hunter S. Thompson

Fear And Loathing in Great Yarmouth

I have stayed at least four hotels in Great Yarmouth. 

The best thing about staying at a hotel in Great Yarmouth. 

Do you know what it is? 

Not the sea air (although I like it), not the doughnut stands on the Britannia Pier (although yummy), and not even the Grosvenor Casino (although I'm like an addict chewing on crystal meths) if that's what you do with the stuff. 

Obviously, the last remark is made for humour as I have no interest in any illegal drugs and I'm certainly not a gambling addict. It was inspired by Hunter S. Thompson's Fear And Loathing in Las Vegas, which was originally published in 1971 and made into a film in 1998. 

An exceptionally talented writer. 

If you have a drug or gambling problem, please seek professional help. And I don't say that lightly. 

Anyway, the greatest reason you will want to go to Great Yarmouth is to get a cheap hotel room. To be fair, they cater for every pocket and I have been to the best and the worst.  

For starters, if three or four of you going - get a family room because they are literally giving them away. 

Furthermore, go out of season, if you fancy a few spins on the roulette because everything is cheaper and you will most likely get a few deals with the Grosvenor with match bets and free drinks and even a birthday cake. 

See, you have learned money-saving techniques in a matter of seconds.

I've stayed at least four hotels at Great Yarmouth, all within a stone's throw from the Grosvenor Casino which is down Marine Parade, basically on the front, across the road from the Wellington Pier. 

I will be honest about my stays at these respective hotels and I can tell you now, they all have good and bad points. 

The bad points have nothing to do with the hotels but a handful of customers who by their behavior should be housed in a kennel out the back and be forced to wear a muzzle if not a blindfold. 

I know I seem to have it in for most people, but some of the characters you meet (mainly hear) at the hotels you can only guess their life story. It can't be anything like the Little House on the Prairie. 

A more accurate description would probably be Little House on the Priory (Drug Rehab Clinic).

See, you got me on the topic of Homosapien and there is no stopping me. 

The four hotels are as follows: The Embassy, The Comfort Hotel, Andover House Hotel & The Nelson Hotel. 

Down Camperdown, which is one of the best roads in Great Yarmouth and very close to the Grosvenor Casino on Marine Parade. I have stayed here on a number of occasions and the manager, David, is a lovely man and always courteous. 

The bar area is a lovely-looking room, spacious, beautifully decorated, and reminds me of an old-style pub. 

We stayed last time in May and had the family room in the attic. It was impressive with a lot of room and three single beds. Thinking about it, one may have been a double. I really liked the room. 

Sadly, after returning from the casino about 1am, the adjacent roommates seemed to go from conversation mode to argument and swearing. Thankfully, we were just far enough from the room to, eventually, get to sleep. 

It seems a common problem in many hotels and a real shame a hotel is bogged down with idiots who have no application of anyone. I felt like hammering on the door and telling a couple of blokes to ''shut the f*** up'' but it would only make the situation worse. I didn't complain to David about it as compared with one or two stays at other hotels in Great Yarmouth this was a pleasant night. 

I will be staying at the Embassy again as I like the place and the management.

The Comfort Hotel

Down Abert Square, even closer to the Grosvenor Casino. A decent hotel on a good night. They have staff on the desk all night, which may be needed if you have a problem. 

A decent hotel and rooms are good. They have a bar and the staff is always professional and courteous. 

The first stay here was a dream, a big family room, a very comfy bed and although a little more expensive than the Embassy (as breakfast is additional) it was a very enjoyable night. 

However, I have had a couple of nightmare stays, due to idiotic guests in adjacent rooms. I would ask for a quiet room because there may be one or two which have less chance of harassment. If not, take some earplugs because you may need them. 

One stay, there was a mad couple (man and woman) who were chatting loudly, laughing, shouting, and going in and out of their room like no one's business. I simply couldn't get to sleep and my cousin and I (he had a different room and no trouble sleeping) got back from the casino about 1am.

By the time it got to 3am, and still not sleep, I went to reception and demanded another room. By that time I was absolutely fuming. They gave me another room which was quiet and I got a £20 discount the next morning. 

Be prepared to insist on a different room if you have a problem because the hotel will either do something about the jokers or you get another room or you will get a 100% refund. We stayed there again and had another episode of people shouting and screaming in a room. 

I don't know what's going on with this place and it may have been a couple of unlucky episodes but I have no intention of going back. 

Situated down Camperdown and a beautiful Victorian hotel with pristine decor inside and out.

Definitely the best hotel in Great Yarmouth. It is a little more expensive but it guarantees you don't get an idiot next door to your room. 

I've stayed at the Andover a number of times and never had a bad experience. The double rooms are very good, the suites even better and I stayed in the Attic room (the most expensive) and it was good, but a little bit small for my liking and the stairs leading to the room pretty steep. 

They have a bar, a respected restaurant, and breakfast is very good. 

If you want to guarantee a good stay this is your destination. 

Last but not least. I like the Nelson Hotel situated on Marine Parade. We booked the family room and it really was an exceptional deal out of season and including breakfast, it was about £65. It may have been cheaper as I can't quite remember. 

The room was spacious, adequately decorated and we even had a seafront room, and about three-hundred metres we could see the casino all lit up at night with its changing neon colours. 

The staff are very good and I'm pretty sure there is someone on reception until the early hours. 

I was very pleased with the room.

Thankfully, we have had no problem with people shouting or disorderly. 

The breakfast is very good with a wide selection and additional continental breakfast. The room overlooks the seafront and it was very pleasant. 

I'll be going back to the Nelson Hotel. 

All in all Great Yarmouth hotels are very affordable. There is something for everyone. I haven't been to many of the smaller bed and breakfasts but heard they are well kept and the business owners attentive. 

None of the hotels has a problem. The only problem can be some of the customers who are a little rough around the edges. What can you say? I just feel sorry for the hotels who have the problem of potentially the best customers going elsewhere because the rabble is just too noisy. Perhaps the hotels need to blacklist certain people. For all I know they do exactly that. I know for a fact if I ran a hotel a disruptive guest would never be returning. I know that isn't easy to police. 

I appreciate and respect all of these worthy establishments. 

Always book directly with the hotel as you can often get a discount rather than going through booking companies. 

What Makes a Winner?

It's been a long week. 

Yesterday saw 10 two-year-old races. 

I can't say I enjoy too much racing as it is one of the biggest factors for punters losing money. 


There is only so much time in the day and if you spread yourself too thin holes appear.

Throughout the Flat turf season, I don't have time for a holiday. It's impossible for me to put things down and pick them up. Don't get me wrong, I would love to get away for a week or two but it's impossible. 

In the last couple of years, I've spent much of my time in West Palm Beach, Florida but each and every day is full-time work. 

I am dedicated to the niche of two-year-old horse racing because there isn't enough time to consider anything else. 

Horse racing sets the pace. 

It's like being stuck on a conveyor belt and you either keep up or fall behind. 

If you fall behind, you may as well give up. 

Now, you may bet on this, that and the other. 

I'm not saying you are wrong because you are free to do as you feel. 

You may use a system or method that works on a universal front and takes no time at all. 

Who knows. 

My way of gambling is form-based and uses information from a number of sources. 

To be fair, everything I know you could too. 

It's simply an equal measure of time and dedication. 

Like most things, it isn't rocket science.

However, it is more about understanding how to use the information and work in a set way with principles and discipline. 

I'm still learning. 

I review every two-year-old race. I review each and every horse. It can be an incredibly time-consuming endeavour. Some races can be assessed in a minute, while others I may watch the video 20 times. 

So Saturday was a busy day. 

Although some days have seen 15 two-year-old races. 

I dread those days. 

And all those races and horses need to be assessed and then updating all the info from the racing the day before and then preparing for the next day. Less horse racing would be much easier and make for a more enjoyable life. 

Thankfully, I don't really work at all from November - March (a conventional turf season). 

Although I run many and varied studies and research to understand each and every two-year-old horse trainer. In addition, I run a number of websites within the horse racing niche. As the saying goes: ''All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.'' 

I am always trying to find ways to make my gambling and life more efficient. We all need to find easier ways to earn more money and work less. However, for all the trials and tribulations I enjoy what I do and make a living from what really is my hobby. 

There are many gamblers on our mailing list who are newbies and taking their first steps into gambling. 

Please be careful when betting because it isn't really something that should be done for fun. I know that is how we all got started but from my 30-years experience, betting shouldn't be taken lightly. It is a serious business that can make your life a nightmare if you don't give it due respect. 

Gambling really is like a game of chess. 

Just because you cannot see the person who is taking your bet don't imagine they are easy prey. The nature of market forces details the layers are of a high standard. It doesn't mean they cannot be beaten but you need to know a little more than most to make a profit, break-even or try to minimise your losses. 

That's why I say: ''Be careful when you consider betting for fun. Betting because of the buzz. It adds a bit of tension to the game. It's just a little bit of fun.'' It can be exactly that. 

However, without discipline, you may dig yourself into a hole. 

That's why paper trailing a new idea or system makes a lot more sense than putting down cold hard cash. 

Most of you will have heard this all before. 

However, it is important to take stock and re-assess. That is a winning move. 

The greatest lessons ever learned come from someone else's mistakes. 

I have made lots of mistakes over the years. 

Thankfully, never betting too much in those early years was a blessing because it gave me time to think, learn, and understand. 

Appreciating the strength of knowing my niche was a major turning point. 

Being a good gambler isn't about the money you bet. It is about the understanding that leads to your bet selection(s). You know, many of the high-profile gamblers you follow aren't the best in the business. They are known for being big bettors and that is a fascinating subject in itself. 

You will never know the best gamblers or rarely hear their name. 

This may sound a strange statement, but I don't like gambling. I used to hate the old days of going into the bookmakers. It used to depress me seeing the same old faces. The only reason they were still betting was simply they were losing long term. 

Not being a natural gambler is one of the greatest strengths because you see gambling for what it is. 

An opportunity to win money (not lose it). 

If that isn't your goal, then I would seriously consider how you think and feel about gambling and your motivation. 

I wish each and every gambler the best and always love to see a winner. Only a loser wants to see someone lose! 

Being a good gambler is knowing your niche. Knowing that little bit more than the average layer. You can reach that level with lots of hard work. 

Would you play chess against a good county player for £1000? 

How would you feel about taking on a Grandmaster? 

I know I wouldn't. Even if I fancied myself as an exceptional talent. 

Just because you cannot see the intelligence of the layer who takes your bet don't think you are better unless you are convinced you know a little more. 

I know a lot of our readers have a wealth of knowledge and make your betting pay. 

That is music to my ears. 

And I know how hard you have worked to get to that point. 

We live in a competitive world. In truth, it has always been competitive. But that doesn't mean you cannot make your betting pay. 

Consider where you are on your gambling journey and take a few moments to assess your situation as a gambler. 

You may be a beginner, intermediate, or professional gambler. 

Each of those positions is transient and brings about different problems. 

It is your knowledge rather than the money you bet which makes a winner. 

Good luck for the week.

She's a Big Gambler

I wonder if you are a big gambler? 

I remember Dave Nevison saying: ''Bet like a man.''

He certainly did that in his time. Perhaps he still does. Betting like a man is betting with a wad of cash. The only reason I would suggest someone betting full-throttle is if they bet for a living and they know what they are doing. 

Else, it's probably a terrible idea. 

But each to their own. My £50 is like another person's £500. And their monkey is another person's grand. 


So it's all relative in ways. 

I feel sorry for that bloke who lives on the edge of Thirsk who has done his cash the last week with his 50p accumulator. 

So are you a big gambler?

Big to you may be big big to me or paltry to others. It doesn't really matter. 

I see a repeat of a TV programme called Fat Meets Fatter. Where a couple of ladies from the UK met with their bigger counterpart who lived in Mississippi. One of the ladies called Delores. 

She made me smile with her chat about being ''fat''. Yes, I know in the world of political correctness such words are turned into their acceptable form (whatever that may be). 

But Delores just said it as it is. 

In fact, she said she couldn't touch her toes and if she dropped something on the floor she would just leave it there. 

In ways, I like her no-nonsense approach to life. 

Big gamblers come in every shape and form. 

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Life & Death in Las Vegas

I can't say I have ever been to Las Vegas. 

Being a fan of Hunter S. Thompson I've read the book and watched the film: Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas.  

Would I like to go there? I guess I'd like to see what all the fuss is about. They say you shouldn't stay for more than three nights. 

Your guess is as good as mine regarding why that fourth day is, potentially, so problematic.

I can imagine:

Is 72-hours enough time to lose all your money?

Enough time to say 'I Do' to an Elvis Presley look-a-like. 

Be accosted by a prostitute and ripped off. 

Beaten up by a pimp. 

Or, shot dead. 

You will notice that nothing bad has ever happens in Las Vegas! Nothing negative is ever reported. It's against the law. Literally. There are no robberies, suicides, mass shootings... 

Nothing happens in Nevada. Well, nothing bad. Only life-changing, positive moments of winning, getting married and it's happily ever after.

They don't want any bad PR. 

So don't ask too many questions. 

I remember watching one of the episodes of Louis Theroux, Gambling In Las Vegas. You're greeted by an array of sad people with even sadder stories. A place where your friends taunt you with lyrics from Kenny Roger's song, The Gambler, until you either rob a bank, kill a croupier, jump off the top of the Bellagio Hotel or just book your flight to do it all over again next year.

Theroux, forever straight-faced, asked a guest how much money they had lost. 



''No, thousand!''

Or the old women who played the slots and lost millions and laughed about the loss of her son's future inheritance. 

If ever a women needed to trip down a long flight of stairs, she was the ideal candidate. 

Nothing stops the money-making juggernaut. 

An armed robbery took place in one casino where a gun went off as a security guard wrestled with an assailant, a tourist in the wrong place at the wrong time, shot in the head, killed instantly, laying in a pool of blood. 

The casino was shut for 20-minutes as the body was removed, a square of blood-stained carpet removed and replacement glued down as if nothing ever happened. 

Not a word in the local papers, news channels, anywhere.

''Did you hear about the person shot dead at that casino the other night?''

''No. It didn't happen!''

Nothing stops the pursuit of making easy cash. 

Not even Kenny Roger's playing a new tune on an old fiddle. 

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When Your Friend Bets Too Much

Gambling isn't something that should be done easily. 

Once upon a time you'd have to go to the bookies to place a bet. This modern world has made everything so much easier. As we know with gambling addiction, it's not all good news. The temptation is always there. In realistic terms addiction is very much a personal problem. I gamble but don't consider myself addicted. I don't bet for fun which brings some balance to my approach. Without rules there is the potential for chaos. 

Where do you stop if you don't make a decision? 

Without questions there can be no opportunity to find an answers, and without answers there can be no understanding. 

The problem with most gamblers is that they are naive. It's not really a problem because it's just part of the process of understanding. All too often in life we are two steps behind. We look back and see we made a mistake, had poor judgment, or were just as green as the grass. It's at those points of reflection we need to find the strength, support and wisdom to change the future and make rational decisions. 

It's easier said than done, else people would stop. 

How many of us eat too much, drink too much, bet too much? How many of you simply cannot control those urges? 

Alcohol abuse seems a natural factor of life. No one questions it. Too few people says: 'This shouldn't be advertised on TV?' 

It's the same with gambling. 

But how do you draw the line when the majority have no problem? Even if they are reckless at times it is within a spectrum that is acceptable for the individual or society. 

I know of a couple of people in my family (relatives) who have had problems gambling. I was surprised and disappointed to hear this news. It made me wonder if my interest in gambling had made them bet or bet more. I don't think so, but I wouldn't like to think I pointed someone in the direction of addiction. 

It's a difficult subject to broach. Sadly, we only hear of these problems after the event. When someone has lost their savings, relationship, marriage and life. 

Gambling addiction (like any addiction) is by its very nature complicated. Those within its grasp may feel powerless to stop. I would say that we all have a responsibility for ourselves and actions. These take strength but we have two choices in life: battle on or give up. None of us can take the latter because life is worth so much more. 

If you gamble on a regular basis and lose, you have the answer to your question.


If you need to learn more, then do so without betting cold, hard, cash. You don't need to bet money to learn. In fact, it will make you a wiser gambler doing exactly that. 

If you have a gambling addiction, or someone says you have, then listen to them. Find the strength to ask for help because people care. They want to help you make your life what it should be. 

Don't bet for fun. 

It is the most futile thing you will ever do. 

It will only lead to loss.

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Grosvenor Casino Makes a Great Weekend

It was great weekend. 

To be fair, the main reason my brother and I went away for the weekend was because of the generosity of Great Yarmouth Grosvenor Casino. You're probably thinking we were spending our winnings but it was actually a free promotion and invitation to a meal for two, a bottle of wine and £50 of chips to play in the games room. 

That would lead us to Great Yarmouth... 

However, the Andover House Hotel was fully booked so we had a change and visited Gorleston-on-sea which is a couple of miles up the road. We decided to stay at The Cliff Hotel, which is a decent establishment, not far from the seafront. We had a room with a balcony and sea view. 

I was a bit annoyed that the price we paid was more expensive than the Black Friday sales, which I only noticed after looking on an online platform. Considering we paid direct to the hotel I wasn't best pleased and sent them a message saying as a gesture of goodwill they ought to give us a free breakfast. I got no reply. I didn't make an issue but for that reason it would put me off staying there again. I wish I had stayed at the Pier Hotel, which sits on the front and looks a lovely place. 

You may remember the film Yesterday, directed by Danny Boyle, starring Himesh Patel and Lily James, where the struggling musician meets with an accident during a blackout and wakes to find that only he remembers the Beatles. He starts singing the band's songs to gain fame. 

The film was a great success and made a profit of about £100M. The Pier Hotel was featured in the film, you can actually book the room where the beach scenes were filmed for £170 a night. It looks a lovely hotel and perfectly situated to overlook the beach which is one of the top 10 in the UK.

Gorleston might not be the first place people consider for a weekend away but its a lovely town and the people friendly. 

The experience at The Cliff Hotel was good, the breakfast very good. It was a decent stay. 

On Saturday morning, we went for breakfast at Margot's Lounge, which is a well-run business with plenty of bling. We had a bacon and egg butty and tea served from a quaint teapot and china cups. It had a steady steam of customers, who all looked like they had money to spend, and I would go back. 

On Saturday evening we walked into Gorleston High Street, and got a taxi to the Grosvenor Casino. The High Street is much better than Yarmouth's as it isn't all about tourist sales and tat. I was surprised by the selection of shops from My Plaice Fish & Chips, to a cinema, pet shop with Java Sparrows, and restaurants including the Olive Garden. It's a good, long streets with plenty going on. 

We arrived at the Grosvenor Casino about 8pm. It's always a delight to visit the listed building and the staff are excellent. It really is a beautiful place. I'd recommend it to everyone who likes a bet. I've been to other casinos but this place has it all.

We went downstairs into the gaming room, and asked at the cashier's box to ask about the free promotion and it was explained. It was a meal for two plus a bottle of wine, and £50 of free bets, which equaled £100 for nothing more than being a regular who writes a post or two to tell our gambling stories. It wasn't because we go and lose a grand on a regular basis. In fact, believe it or not, I'm winning money because I bet small stakes and enjoy the entertainment and venue rather than turn up with aspiration of winning big. As any gambler at the casino should know, the longer you play the more you will lose. You can only win at the casino by getting lucky and putting the money in your pocket. I'll talk about the betting in a later paragraph. 

The meal was lovely, rump steak and chips. Tony, my brother, had some beef dish. We ended up giving the bottle of red wine to the lady at reception who was good enough to book us a taxi on leaving and tell us when it had arrived. 

I must admit it made me smile when going to the roulette table with my £50 worth of chips. 10 chips which looked nothing like those at the table, because these were given to just a few customers. It was funny because the chip displayed 5p, but in small print it said: ''100 times the odds'' so, basically,  each chip was worth £5. A few of the players gave me a bit of a rye smile seeing I was playing with my ''lucky 5p chips''. I noticed and said: I'm the last of the big spenders.'' It just shows you don't always want to believe what you see because each of their chips were worth 50p or £1. So, in truth, I should have been laughing at them. I stuck with number 18 hope that I'd get lucky as it would have paid £175. It went next door once and that was that. I'd have loved to see the others faces if I'd have won because my ''5p chip'' would have paid £175 +5p (worth £5). I had ten bets on that number and called it a night. 

When the free bets concluded so did my gambling. I'm sure they only give these free promotions to test my willpower. I have the utmost discipline when betting. Tony got lucky and won £30 or so. We stayed no more than 3-hours, which is plenty enough for me. After a while betting on the roulette can get boring. It was lovely to be back and the staff are just brilliant. We go to Great Yarmouth Casino on a regular basis and it is all about the experience and entertainment, on a budget. You really don't need to go crazy and spend out. In fact, it's much more enjoyable playing the game of not losing your shirt. 

Sunday morning we left The Cliff Hotel, walking along the front, past the Belle Vue Inn, which we frequented the day before. The landlord was a lovely bloke and the regulars funny with their wit and wisdom and a big black Labrador called Guss who was a sniffer dog for food which he was interested. The two dog walkers, sat down with a house double vodka and pint of something. It was a merry pub and I'd go there again. 

We got a taxi back to Great Yarmouth Market Place, driven by a delightful lady who hadn't lost her broad Scottish accent even though she'd lived in Gorleston since the 1970s. In fact, she said she had her wedding reception a The Cliff Hotel in 1977. 

A quick cup of tea at the Pub On The Prom and we were on the train back home, changing at Norwich and Ely. 

It's always a delight to see the cathedral come into view at Ely. 

It was good to get home and have a cup of tea. 

A lovely weekend.

Photo: Jason Coote & Canva

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Why a Casino Makes a Perfect Birthday Venue

You may wonder why I suggest going to a casino for a birthday bash. 

Surely, there are much better places to go? Just stay at home and tuck into that Victoria sponge your old aunt made. 

As you may know, if you read this blog, I love to visit Great Yarmouth and the Grosvenor Casino. In fact, I'm sure most of you think I have shares in the company. 

Nothing to do with The Rank Group. 

So why would you want to go to a casino for a birthday party?

I've actually got experience of this as I saw my cousin sashay about the casino and get lots of freebies. One thing about casinos is they want to keep their customers happy. They rarely say no! That's a real blessing for those who want a free birthday cake, free pint and even a free match bets. In fact, if you make the staff smile you will be well looked after all night long. 

My cousins managed to get a few pints and while playing three card poker, they even brought a birthday cake with umpteen lit candles and a rendition of ''Happy Birthday to you...'' I think they stopped at the part ''I saw a fat monkey and I thought it was you!''

Anyway, the freebies must have added up to £30 or so. Not bad for an enjoyable night at the casino. 

Great Yarmouth is a brilliant seaside destination and a place I have many fond memories all to do with our childhood holidays at Caister-on-sea, a stone's throw from Great Yarmouth. With the racecourse, greyhound track and a couple of casinos to choose from it is a location where gamblers can go and have some fun. 

In fact, you can get a hotel as cheap as cheap, or spend a little more and enjoy a stay at Andover House Hotel, at Camperdown. They have a lovely place, no children under 13 allowed and they don't have idiots shouting about in the middle of the night, which seems a hazard every time I'm stopped at the Comfort Hotel (they really need to change their name to Permanently Harassed Hotel).

Anyway, I love Great Yarmouth and for a Jolly Boys Outing, it's the place to be. 

Definitely stop by Pamela's Restaurant down Wellington Road, about two hundred metes from Andover House and the Grosvenor Casino. However, you won' be getting a free cake from there, bu it will taste good.

The Lazy Man's Way to Riches to Gambling

Were you attracted to this post by the title?

I actually purchased this publication many years ago from an advert in a daily newspaper. It was in the days of mail-order where your item took a month to arrive. 

Was it worth the wait?

The book's author, Joe Karbo, is clearly a very good salesman and used his experience to help others see the wood from the trees. I really need to find this first edition as looking on Amazon it is worth about £50. (It was investment without realising, if I can find the publication.)

Anyway, lots of people who have read The Lazy Man's Way to Riches have detailed it had a very positive impact on their business and being a successful entrepreneur.   

The bad news (perhaps) is that you won't be finding the secret sauce about making easy money gambling here. I must admit I hate that phrase. It's often used by internet marketers when selling some stupid software that, generally, doesn't work. 

You are their secret sauce when you are looking for theirs. 

Anyway, enough about someone selling a bottle of smoke. 

I don't care what anyone does for a living, whether they study or clean dishes in the kitchen of a dive. (They often serve the best food).

One thing I can tell you, there is more to each of those endeavours than meets the eye. They had to learn something, often a lot. They didn't just wake up one day and think I know something good as if you learned by osmosis. Else, you'd stand next to the best bottle washer in the world and be hired by the Ritz in London. 

The problem with most gamblers is that they see gambling as an easy route to making bundles of cash. 

Its the most ridiculous idea you will ever have. 

I don't mean to be rude, but if you think that is the case you are foolish if not stupid. I'm not saying that to be nasty, it's just a wake-up call. Like one of those old-fashioned alarm clocks with bells and that hammer that goes ding ding ding. The most brilliant but horrid invention ever made. In fact, such a noise has probably brought on early-morning heart attacks, aneurysms, and disturbing arguments with bed partners. 

''Switch that thing off!''

''I can't, it has made its way under the bed.''

The good news is that if you have the right approach, mentality, and passion you can become the perfect candidate to make those pots and pans shine.

It's a strange fact but the more you understand something it kind of takes on a different shape and form. It's like someone has hidden secret messages along the journey of your life, which are placed there to help you move forward and learn what you need to know to be the best you can. 

Sometimes it will be a question. It may be something you had not even thought of before. It may take a while to digest and dissect and exigeet. 

Message by message, question by question, you follow those steps to a more successful future. 

Gambling isn't the easy route to money. It's a trap to drag in the next sucker to lose their shirt. 

Understanding is the key to success.

Even the most simplistic tasks take great talent to reach that level of efficiency and professionalism. 

That is the difference between someone making money and not. 

Good luck.

The Man with the Lucky Emerald Ring

I don't know about you, but watching The Wizard of Oz as a small child back in the 1970s did something to my brain. 

You may be thinking, is that what turned him into a raving addy unable to stop betting even when his old Grandad dressed up as the Wizard of Oz, hid behind a curtain, and used a voice machine to try and convince him of a more conscientious road to wander. 

Instead, he went astray with the flying monkeys and dated a green-faced witch who was teetotal and wouldn't even take a sip of water. 

I wonder what happened to her?

Where would the Tin Man, Cowardly Lion, Scarecrow, and Dorothy (not forgetting little Toto) be without following the yellow brick road?

I'm sure if it had been a green road it would have led straight to Paddy Power, in Ireland, next to a Leprechaun who ate four-leaved clover. 

L. Frank Baum's masterpiece, released in 1939, is still a wonderful film, and the book: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900) is even better. 

One Christmas, I heard someone say they were bored with watching The Wizard of Oz

I never looked upon the person in the same way again. 

I was horrified. 

But getting back to my brain and fascination with emeralds. I think, like a child playing in the dirt, some emerald dust must have entered my bloodstream and become part of my biochemistry.  

My nervous system, synapses, and neurotransmitters are triggered when I see a real emerald and it bestows luck on the wearer of the ring and myself. 

Instead of dopamine, I've got emeraldamine in my grey matter. 

At the casino, you often see a gentleman wearing a ring on his little finger. Not too many, but one every so often. 

I'm looking for the man with the emerald ring. 

As yet, this elusive soul has been nowhere to be seen.

It's not one of these clean emeralds, it has those misty-looking things with opacity. 

The day I see a man wearing such a ring at the casino I'm betting on the same number on the roulette and something tells me I'll be a winner. 

Our last post was this: Lady Luck - Great Yarmouth Style

In Memory of Eric Arnold

Eric Arnold was a friend I never met. 

He loved his horse racing at his favourite racecourse, Uttoxeter. He enjoyed his two-year-old horse racing and, like me, a keen blogger, and his website was called We Go Racing. He was knowledgable, informative, humourous, and loved by many.

One day, Eric emailed me to say he had been rushed into hospital as he was having a heart attack.  

I said if I could help in any way I was here. A few days past and hadn't heard anything and was worried for Eric and his family. 

Then I heard the sad news that he had passed away. 

He was in his sixties.  

I often think about Eric. Such a sad loss of such a kind and generous man. I was blessed to have chatted with him via email. 

There is no fairness in life. 

Eric was generous enough to write a number of posts on my blog On The Gallops. 

He used the pen name Bejabez and this was the first post entitled: First Blog.

It was interesting that in one of the posts Eric mentioned how a tipping service couldn't or wouldn't ever detail their best information because it wouldn't be in their interests.

He was correct. 

For a good few years, I used to give my tips and information away for free. To be honest, the idea of selling tips has never appealed to me simply because I like to do things for myself. And if someone paid me £30 a month and I am responsible for their fortunes it is a potential problem I don't need. 

I don't want anyone to contact me with a problem and I don't really need any congratulation.

So, my life is all the better for not dipping my toe into the piranha-infested pond. 

I think not only is it filled with fish with sharp teeth, perhaps a great white shark.  

Eric was right and a wise man who I respected greatly. I would have loved to have met him and his loving family. A beautiful day at Uttoxeter races. It would have been a wonderful day. 

I didn't get the opportunity to say goodbye to Eric but I have said those words many times to him in mind. 

I would simply like to thank you for being someone who made my days brighter and our love of two-year-old horse racing will shine for us both. 

Lady Luck - Great Yarmouth Style

Lady Luck - Great Yarmouth Style
We all need a bit of luck. 

If we can't feel the touch of the opulent four-leaf clover, please, don't let us be struck down by adversity. Now, some gamblers scoff at those who say they got a raw deal. From a gambling perspective, horse racing can be one of those punts that sees your hair turn grey overnight, and then the next day you pull it out. 


Because your horse traveled like a winner but got stuck behind a wall of horses. This wasn't any normal wall it was like Hadrian had built it just to piss you off. In fact, if it had been a steeplechase not only would the wall be wide it would be tall. 

Touching the clouds so even Red Rum would be hanging on to the top, shoes glinting silver, refusing to refuse any fence. 

Anyway, at times, we all need a little bit of something. I would rather be lucky when I have a potential big win rather than a paltry sum. 

Who wouldn't?

At the casino, Lady Luck may appear as a man called John, who has a handlebar mustache, and looks like he's crawled out of a bush. He gave you a £5 chip because he thought your luck was even worse than his. 

Sometimes you see a beautiful lady at the casino who, for all we know, could be Lady Luck. 

I mean, I am convinced bearded wonder, John, was my Lady Luck, so a Bella Donna could well be the real deal. 

My cousins love to play three-card poker at the Grosvenor Casino and one of the blokes next to him sees a gorgeous lady watching them play and looking for a little bit of Lady Luck asked her to touch his cards. 

She did and the cards were turned over to reveal a run on the bounce. 

I think it paid about 30/1 (not sure about the odds as I play the game so infrequently I can't remember and too lazy to look).

They were all smiles. 

See, Lady Luck is living and breathing at Great Yarmouth. 

As she walked away to make someone else's day my cousin said to the winner: ''I bet you wish she touched something else.''

I'm not sure if Dame Fortune goes quite that far on the first date.

Read our last post: 24-Hours Gambling at Great Yarmouth

Betting from My Bed

Betting from My Bed
I'm not sure if I should talk about this. 

I remember once seeing John McCrirrick on TV, it was a Sunday, and he was working from his bed. It was like a lay-in but getting on with the day's work, too. A number of tabloids spread about, a pot of tea, laptop resting on his legs, covered by a blanket, as he sat upright, next to him the Boobie (what he fondly called his wife). 

He was always his own man and I liked that about him. 

I hope I have detailed this scene correctly as it was many years ago. 

My old brain isn't what it used to be. 

Anyway, I find I am working more and more from my bed. 

I'm not sure if it is laziness or comfort. It could be both. Considering I'm a productive person I wouldn't put it down to laziness. It sounds slovenly. A sloth-like character, moving so-so slow, tapping keys on the keyboard, and the space bar is on delay. My little face beaming brightly like I've found a pot of honey up a tree. Or is it a raspberry cheesecake. 

And you thought only porn stars worked from their bed. 

Working from the comfort of the crib is a luxury few people can enjoy. 

Get a cup of tea, a slice of cake, and get ready for the next horse race to start. 

My bedroom is very stylish and has the look of an upmarket hotel. So I feel like I'm on vacation. Without the sea view. Unfortunately. 

Perhaps one day I won't be able to get out of bed. Old age struck me down like a sloth falling out of the branches of a tree. As long as my brain works, my fingers move (just a little) I can, hopefully, make a living from the skills I have acquired over the years. 

So the next time someone says they earn a living from the comfort of their bed. Don't raise your eyebrows in surprise. Because something tells me that more people than you imagine actually work from nine-to-five in their kingsize billet. 

I can feel a yawn coming on. 

Read our last post: The Gambler's Zero-Cost Hotel

Did Hunter S. Thompson like to Gamble?

I can't say I knew much about Hunter S. Thompson until I watched the film Fear And Loathing in Las Vegas

There after, I purchased the book. Without doubt, he was a gifted writer. There is something about his prose which have that cutting edge.


Considering Fear And Loathing in Las Vegas is predominantly based on living life on the edge with a cocktail of drugs and gambling, you'd be thinking he loved a bet.

In fact, doing a little research, the man himself was referred to in an article published by Kevin Pullein in the Racing Post: Hunter S. Thompson can give us some sound betting advice

More wise words from the soccer boffin. 

Hunter S. Thompson said: ''There is a definite, perverse kind of pleasure in beating the 'smart money' in sports, politics, or anything else.''

Without question, Hunter S. Thompson liked to bet. 

In a book he wrote in 1972, he said some 50 - 60 bets placed on the presidential campaigns and betting on the primary rounds with a combination of ignorance and a natural instinct to mock the conventional wisdom. Between the months of February and November he lost on just two bets. 

He did the same in the 1974 Super Bowl, published in Rolling Stone magazine. He said: ''There's definitely, perverse kind of pleasure beating the 'smart money' in sports, politics, or anything else.''

He noted: ''The formula is seemingly dangerously simple: take the biggest odds you can get against conventional wisdom but never bet against your instinct.''

Hunter was a master at working in the way he could talk about Fear And Loathing in Las Vegas and The Kentucky Derby is Decadent and Depraved, but without talking about gambling or horse racing. 

Hunter said: ''Unlike most of the others in the press box, we didn't give a hoot in hell what was happening on the track. We had come here to watch the real beasts perform.''

He loved to bet.   

He bet against conventional wisdom, with care.

He detailed that everyone tries to win by conventional wisdom.You cannot do this and win. But by definition, this is what everyone else does. 

So often reputation precedes the new star whether sportsman, horse or anything else. But when do you here the opposing story that they may disappear into obscurity. 

In the glittery world of hopes and dreams, hardly anyone acknowledges the other possibilities. 

It's why when gambling you have to find your own approach which goes against the crowd. That's why the least likely option often details the value. It's true that most bookmakers set their prices knowing that most punters follow a certain pattern. This is the conventional wisdom. That what we have seen before we will see again. 

This is the approach of scientists, too. More often than not, they are proven wrong. In fact, most discoveries and advancements come from mistakes, serendipity. The story of Viagra, originally considered a medication for baldness. Until they got the feedback from the participants who had something to say about a surprising side affect. 

How is it that most published research finding are false. When replicated, almost 75% of famous studies were proven wrong. 

Most published science is wrong. 

What you have to remember is what these scientists saw wasn't wrong. They didn't go out to mislead. The data was taken accurately. The trouble is perception. What one person saw wasn't the same as another. 

We all see things differently. 

Hunter S. Thompson would have said: ''I told you so!''

Except he would have said it in his own colourful words. 

Hunter S. Thompson died from self-inflicted gunshot wound on 20th February 2005. 

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